Tim Watches His Wife's BBC Breeding

Tim sat in the corner of the master bedroom on the small wooden stool they’d bought specifically for this occasion, knees together like a schoolboy waiting to be scolded. The pink chastity cage locked around his tiny dick was already biting into him, the steel ring snug behind his balls, the short tube forcing his pathetic little white penis into a permanent tuck. A thin string of pre-cum had leaked from the slit and was now dripping onto the hardwood floor in slow, humiliating drops.

Kayla stood in front of him, hands on her wide hips, looking every inch the fertile goddess she was. At twenty-six, her body had only gotten thicker and juicier with the years of trying to conceive. Her heavy tits strained against a sheer white babydoll, the dark circles of her nipples clearly visible. The matching thong disappeared between the plump cheeks of her ass. She smirked down at her husband.

“Still can’t believe we’re actually doing this, huh, little guy?” She reached down and flicked the cage with one manicured nail. The metal clinked. Tim’s cock tried desperately to swell and failed miserably. “Two years of your sad little squirts and my womb is still empty. Tonight that changes. Marcus is going to breed me like you never could.”

Tim swallowed, voice hoarse. “I… I know, honey. I want this for you.”

Kayla laughed, bright and musical. “You want it for me? That’s adorable. You want to watch a real man with a real cock put a baby in me while your shriveled little white worm stays locked up. Say it.”

“I want to watch Marcus breed you,” Tim whispered, cheeks burning.